Christopher Walking - Gerald Has Exceptional Kneecaps | Текст песни

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• Christopher Walking
• Gerald Has Exceptional Kneecaps

Lots of time and distance between us,
and lots of ways to get from here to there.
But now my shirt smells like cigarettes from being around your dad too much.
Which sucks.

Broken fingers, a waste of money. You worry too much.

You're always taking me to the park, which I appreciate.
It's much more beautiful then the suburbs.
With those goddamn kids and their goddamn lives.
It must be so hard.

You're calling it a cliche, like our ship has sailed.

And I pray to god you see this, 'cause I won't come back here anymore.
And I pray to god you hear this, 'cause I won't repeat this anymore.
It's a shame I don't believe in a god to pray to.